The Kingpin

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Rafael

  "Hurry your ass up, Casal!" Amelia shouted from the bathroom. She had started the shower and was waiting for him. He paused only a second more before heading toward the room.

The steam had started to come out into the space, fogging the mirrors as she stood in the midst of it all. Her clothes were long discarded in a pile on the floor and she stood completely naked in front of him. Rafael felt his heart begin to pound the second he leaned on the doorframe.

He made his way over to her and quickly pulled her close. His hands moved along the smooth skin of her back and down her hips before she started tugging at the hem of his shirt.

  "Okay, okay. Impatient," Rafael smirked before raising his arms up, allowing her to slide the shirt up and off. She placed kisses along his neck, making him sigh softly against her ear. He made quick work of his pants and underwear before pulling her into the waiting shower.

  Amelia's hair stuck to her head as he pressed her against the tiled wall. His kisses trailed down her stomach and her hands tangled into his hair. Rafa's green eyes were fixed on hers, lust blown and wanting.

  She pulled him up from his knees and wrapped her arms around his hips. Before she could think, her lips pressed to his in a searing kiss. The man against her seemed to freeze at this kind of brash intimacy, but Amelia didn't seem to notice as one hand moved up to rake against his chest. A second or two passed before Rafael snapped out of it and returned her advances, deepening the kiss.

  "Fucking hell," Amelia whispered after they had kissed each other breathless. She tangled her hand into his hair before bringing it down to frame his face, while the other still held him flush against her.

  Rafael forced himself to look at her as her hand rested against his jaw. Her eyes were so dark and the second he truly saw them, his heart dropped into his stomach. His mind was racing as they stood so close.

  Get it together, Rafa. This is not what was supposed to happen tonight.

  He felt her fingers underneath his chin all of a sudden and realized she was trying to get his attention.

  "Where are you at right now?" She questioned him, an edge to her voice that he couldn't quite make out.

  "Whatchu mean? I'm right here," Rafa spoke but knew his words were bullshit. Everything in him was aching like it hadn't in forever.

  "No, you're not. You were and then you disappeared."

  "I'm fine, just a little tired is all." He shrugged it off and reached for body wash in an attempt to change the mixed mood.

She gave him a weird look that he ignored and pushed away any additional thoughts in order to enjoy the warm water over her sore muscles. Rafa turned her around by her hips and began rubbing the soap over her shoulders and back, pressing kisses to the patches of skin once the water had cleaned the suds.

"The fuck?" Amelia tried to face him but a single hand gripped her hip to still her. "What're you doing?"

He moved on to her arms, chest, and stomach after turning her around as his fingers danced across her skin. The man worked quietly; answering her would ruin it and he wasn't ready yet.

"You said you needed a shower," He mumbles a few moments later in between kisses before beginning to massage shampoo gently into her scalp.

She opens her mouth to protest until Rafael gets to the base of her neck after working the product in easily. Soon enough, she feels like she's melting underneath his touch.

After he finishes rinsing her hair out, he pulls her close and opens the shower door enough to grab the towel off the bar. Amelia stays pressed against him, although she isn't sure if it's for support, want, or both. He wraps her up in the towel and opens the shower door up the rest of the way, gesturing for her to exit.

Rafael remains standing in the shower and at her confused look, offers a small smile. "There are some clothes in the top drawer. Pick what you want 'n I'll be out in a minute."

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  Amelia padded out of the bathroom and over to the grand dresser. She pulled out the top drawer and carefully looked through each meticulously folded fabric before settling on a cotton t-shirt.

Her hands move over the shirt slowly after she slips on her panties. She stands in front of his bed a little hesitantly before deciding to sit down.

A few more minutes go by before Amelia hears the shower turn off. Rafael soon steps out with a his own towel wrapped around his hips.

"You look a little less like you're dying," She teases with a smirk.

"Yeah?" He muses while walking over to the dresser and grabbing a pair of sweatpants. "I could say the same for you."

Amelia lays on her back, fixing her gaze on the ceiling as he changes. The mattress dips beside her as he gets onto it and props himself up on an elbow. He finds himself entranced with the way her eyelashes brush against her cheeks.

She feels him staring and decides to throw her gaze his way. His green eyes give a spark of something she can't quite make out as he breaks the eye contact.

Being caught makes him avert his eyes immediately and she just laughs. "What's your deal, Casal?" She turns on her side now to face him completely.

"Nothin'. I can't look at you?"

"You were staring is all."

"Be flattered instead then." He gives his signature smirk before laying down completely.

Her laugh made his heart thrum as she rolled her eyes at his nonsense. He chances a sideways glance at her but quickly looks away.

Rafael wasn't sure what this was or why she made him think these types of things but he didn't get much of a chance to rationalize it because she was speaking to him now.

  "I'm kind of freezing," She mentions shyly, grabbing for the blanket to pull over her shivering body.

  "I have a few more in the closet if you need them." Rafael moved about to make sure she was comfortable on the right side of the bed before he snuggled in on the left.

  "No, I'm okay for right now." Her hands shook underneath the covers when she pulled them up to her nose.

  Taking her answer as truth, he stayed quiet for a while before his next question plagued him until he couldn't resist. "Are you gonna stay for a while, kid?"

Now it was time for Amelia's heart to pound as she tried to think of what to say. Silence fell between the two with both of their minds racing.

"It was just a question. You can answer honestly." At this, his voice seemed to harden. The hesitance Amelia's lack of response gave sent him into a sea of regret for even asking.

"Are we talking about your idea again?"

  "For you to be mine and I'll pay you exclusively?"

  "Yeah. That, I guess."

  "If that's what you want."

  "What I want is to buy if I wanna get high."

Rafael pushed himself up into a sitting position and ran a hand through his hair. He just wanted her.

  "Fine. We'll both get what we want."